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Paper Posesses Your Soul

May 23, 2013
By Kaitia SILVER, New Canaan, Connecticut
Kaitia SILVER, New Canaan, Connecticut
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&ldquo;We are the people of the book. We love our books. We fill our houses with books. We treasure books we inherit from our parents, and we cherish the idea of passing those books on to our children. Indeed, how many of us started reading with a beloved book that belonged to one of our parents? We force worthy books on our friends, and we insist that they read them. We even feel a weird kinship for the people we see on buses or airplanes reading our books, the books that we claim. If anyone tries to take away our books&mdash;some oppressive government, some censor gone off the rails&mdash;we would defend them with everything that we have. We know our tribespeople when we visit their homes because every wall is lined with books. There are teetering piles of books beside the bed and on the floor; there are masses of swollen paperbacks in the bathroom. Our books are us. They are our outboard memory banks and they contain the moral, intellectual, and imaginative influences that make us the people we are today.&rdquo; <br /> ― Cory Doctorow<br /> <br /> &quot;The heart wants what it wants. There&#039;s no logic to those things. You meet someone and you fall in love and that&#039;s that.&quot;-Woody Allen<br /> <br /> &quot;You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view - until you climb into his skin and walk around in it&quot;-To Kill A Mockingbird <br /> <br /> &quot;We all live with the objective of being happy; our lives are all different and yet the same.&quot;-Anne Frank<br /> <br /> &quot;Art hurts. Art urges voyages - and it is easier to stay at home&quot;-Gwendolyn Brooks


Paper Kings graced in monogamy
Temple eroded by the man whose breath reeked of Ale
As he defines his creator, pockets painted in Celadon
This is the Body
And this the Blood

Casted behind Golden urns holding secrets hushed between the alters
Son of a preacher and son of a smoker
His sisters keeper

Chronicles of dirty sidewalks
Scuffed by the elite gamblers
Here lies mankind under the Paper Kings



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